إِشربَب وَغَنِّ عَلى صَوتِ النَواعيرِ

ما كُنتُ أَعرِفُها لَولا اِبنُ مَنصورِ

Drink and sing to the voice of the flutes

I wouldn't have known them were it not for Ibn Mansur

لَولا الرَجاءُ لِمَن أَمَّلتُ رُؤيَتَهُ

ما جُزتُ بِغدادَ مِن خَوفٍ وَتَغريرِ

Were it not for hope in the one I wished to see

I wouldn't have braved Baghdad in fear and delusion